“And I’m not looking at you with pity. I’m looking at you with admiration. I’m looking at you with envy of how strong you are. I am looking at you, and I am in awe of how resilient, beautiful, and kind you are.” Her gaze is latched onto mine, an emotion filling them that I can’t decipher. “But I am also looking at you, Bella, and wondering who has been taking care of you.”
